28 Temmuz 2014 Pazartesi

Hot windy humidity hits when you join rows of vehicles upon vehicles on pre-sand ground and trees far away. Walk through dining coffeeing area on wooden platform, all shaded, all childed; past bean bags difficult to desert when desired. Thanks for the plank path and empty lounge chairs, some with pads showing signs of secretions of injuries of former victims.

Sit and observe : Cosmic, multivarious, multifarious, infantile and obviously fertile skin evidently on the prowl. Strangely secretive glances at devouring waves with inconsequential eyes, disregarding the distant horizons.
Wind carries through mutterings of Selma and Susan together with the surf and possibly a few gems and Johns lurking on the sidelines.

Observe and perceive : "Maximum" parasols give minimum cover but may still shade the ungainly cubist; the malformed and the misformed sculptures not to be confused with the bumps and hallows in the sand, apparent remnants of designed and shaped ideas feelings, beliefs and appendages.

14 Temmuz 2014 Pazartesi

Some scenes change, some people change, buildings stay as buildings and gulls are always seagulls, while the daughters of modern day Leanders stay safe from venomous serpents in their towers of stones built on rocks in the sea or of tents of anxiety built on doubts of millenia and multitudes in the deserts.

Someone blocks Leanders's TowerBut I prefer to see her head

We look at each other after 36 years together and think it has always been 36 years and will always be that.no venomous serpents, no anxieties, no doubts.

I like Lewis Carroll but think that Jonathan Swift's "A Modest proposal" would be more fitting to the current situation in Turkey which has been approaching for the last twenty years for those who could read the signs. ( More than a few fortune tellers in this superstitious area of the world)

The logic behind the actions of the major political figures in Turkey is not an absurd one in a topsy turvy world. They have a very solid reality of their own, built upon ignorance and lack of intellectual and emotional capacity. Unfortunately, a large proportion of the Anatolian public do not see anything wrong with this illusional reality because their survival have depended in adapting to haphazardly and greedily constructed unreal realities for millenia.

Every time some try to wake up in these lands they are force fed sedatives, hallucinatory drugs or sent on a venture to hunt the Snark.